Well, this probably won't
be a romance. And for those who didn't
really get it, Rory is
dead. No her in this story. I've had the idea for
this for awhile,
now I dunno where to start. Ha.
Chapter One
Being in town for my step sister Rory's funeral seemed fun. Well, that's me. The only girl you'll ever meet that thinks funerals are fun. I mean, you get to meet people you didn't even know the person knew. People you don't even know. It's exciting. Weird, right? Well that's me. Hailie Potter, weirdo extrodinaire. (A/N: Yeah... the insane one. Lol See my reason for mentioning she had a step sister? xD)
I was the only one who wasn't dressed in black at the funeral. I'd chose something brighter. Yellow. My parents had insisted that I wear black, but I went against their wishes. I mean, you should be happy that one of your loved ones is up there with god. You should be proud. One day you'll be worthy enough to be up there too.
As we stepped into the funeral home, I smiled around at the strangers tear-stained faces. That earned me some weird glances, and whispers.
"Isn't that her step sister? Why Isn't she crying?" I heard one lady whisper to her husband.
"I heard she was insane," He whispered back.
I frowned. I wasn't insane... just different. But then I smiled at them both and before I knew it I was hugging them and talking up a storm.
"So what were you to Rory?"
They just stared at me, but I saw nothing wrong with what I'd just done. I mean, it was a friendly hug... I'd wanted to comfort them. Gosh, I'm not as weird as some people think. Jail hardens some people, but it makes some learn not to take anything for granted and always see the bright side of things. That's weird too, right? I mean, I don't know. Some people like the thrill of jail. I find that weird.
As my parents pried me off the couple, telling me to please behave, I noticed about seven boys standing off in a corner, away from everyone else. They looked like... hoods. Oh yes, Rory's mother told me how Rory had be-friended a bunch of... greasers, I think they were called. One had been her boyfriend. I thought that was wonderful. Not everyone gets to exxperience love. At least she did before she passed.
Trying to be friendly, I walked over to the circle of boys, and hugged each one in turn. They stared at me blankly. Some even looked a bit scared. But of course, I had no idea why anyone would find a regular girl like me scary.
They looked tough. And I mean 'could-kick-anyone's-ass' tough. But I wasn't scared. I just smiled warmly at them, waiting for someone to do or say something. It was a tall, lanky boy with really light blonde hair that spoke.
"What the fuck is your fucking problem you fucking physco?"
I continued to smile, saying nothing.
"What the hell?"
The one who looked to be the youngest, stared back at me, blinking.
"Are you... Rory's step sister?"
I turned to him, still smiling.
"Why yes, I am. How did you know?"
The two boys that had spoke exchanged glances, and he just shrugged.
"I dunno..."
Knowing Rory she'd probally told everyone I was insane. As I've said before, I'm just different. Now, it's unknown to you why I was in jail in the first place. Let's keep it that way. Anyway, the conversation kind of stopped so I decided to say something completely random.
"Life is wonderful, isn't it?"
The blonde boy sneered at me.
"Life is shit."
I frowned, but decided to ignore that comment and instead turned to the other boy.
"I'm..."
He cut me off.
"Hailie... we know. Rory... well... she toldus some things about you."
The other boy smirked at me.
"Yeah, she told us you were a fucking physco. Seems like you are."
I just smiled at him and calmly asked his name.
This time, a handsome boy turned to me, grinning.
"That's Dally, the other one that's been talking all this time is Ponyboy, and I'm his brother Sodapop. Our other brother is that guy over there, Darry. And that's Steve, Two-Bit and Johnny."
I'd heard that name somewhere. Johnny... Oh yes! He'd been Rory's boyfriend. I turned to him.
"You know, technically, you and Rory are still together. I mean no one broke up with anyone, did they? And unless someone dumps someone you're still together..."
You know, I was trying to comfort him, but I guess the thought of dating a dead person scared him a bit. He just looked at me, his eyes widening. I smiled again, shrugging.
"Sorry for being so logical."
Then, I hugged him. My parents say I hug random people at random moments, but I have my reasons. It's to comfort them. My mom says people just find it creepy, but I don't care.
"Hitting on your sisters ex now, eh?" said a boy that looked to be about eighteen.
I stared at him.
"What? Where'd that come from?"
The boys, excluding Johnny who just kind of blushed and looked down, burst into laughter. I was confused. I didn't get it. How was I hitting on him?
"I'm not hitting him..."
That just caused the boys to laugh louder. One, I think it was Steve, managed to compose himself long enough to explain to me what they meant.
"Hitting on people is kind of like flirting... but not so much. Trying to get with them or something, I dunno." (A/N: God, I suck at explaining things. Or in this case, Steve does. xD)
I stared at him, still wondering how they got that from a friendly hug.
"Hugging isn't flirting, you know," I said, raising an eyebrow.
Then, Two-Bit, I think his name was, asked the most random question ever.
"Are you a virgin?"
I smiled again.
"Yes. None of my family has sex until they're twenty-one. It's a tradition, and I'm not going to be the one to break it."
Two-Bit grinned at me.
"Well call me when you're twenty-one."
I just shook my headand shrugged. The oldest of the group, Darry, tried to make conversation.
"How long are you in town for?"
I shrugged.
"Weeks, months, maybe even a year. I'll be helping my step-mother alot, now that Rory's gone... And yes, I'll be on your side of town. Come see me anytime, It'd be great to have someone to do... something with."
I wasn't sure they'd want to hang out with me. There were still alot of things they didn't know about me. Weird things. Things that I wasn't sure they'd like that much. Well, Dallas certainly wouldn't. Darry however, nodded.
"I'm sure they'd give you a hand with things. Maybe even show you around town."
I nodded.
"That sounds good. But you can't smoke around me. You see, I'm trying to keep my lungs smoke-free. And even if I don't smoke, the smoke from your smokes will blacken my lungs and probably give me second hand smoke. So... if you're up for that..."
All seven of them exchanged glances, and Dallas glared at me.
"Fuck that."
Ponyboy however, shrugged.
"Why not? It's not like we'll be with you every second. We'll still be able to smoke."
And so, it was settled. They'd come get me at noon tomorrow to give me a tour of the neighbourhood. Well, I met some nice people that day. (A/N: Yes, she thinks even Dally is nice. lmao.) I was excited for the next day and my parents were pleased that I'd been getting along with the guests... They were just glad I didn't scare anyone. Too bad.
